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Sharina Saad May 2014
She brushes her hair
for the countless times
Looking out at the window
for every five minutes
Checking the dining table
for every now and then...
Everything needs perfection
For her lover is in town..

She glances again
at her own reflection in the mirror
Still pretty, perfect slim body
Exquisite... she smiled to herself..

Restless...She sat on her bed...
If only her bed could talk...
She thought for a second..
She couldn't remember
how many times
she has surrendered herself there
Her body... Her soul..
She has lost counts
How many times too
She cried herself to sleep...
When her lover left again...

If only her pillow could speak...
Perhaps it would say repeatedly
Don't you have regrets..
A lover's game is to wait...

To warm this cold and cruel bed...
Just for a while till your heart breaks
I witness the days that you weep

And the lover learns to patiently wait
though waiting hurts and kills
died several times and made alive again

sometimes she has no heart, frozen
sometimes she is really hot, burning
sometimes she doesn't even know herself
or what she has been doing...
She has gone too far
too deep
She cannot run from this
forbidden relationship...
There is no turning back...
Trapped in a golden cage..
She has lost her soul...

Is this the price she has to pay
To be somebody's secretlover?
Sharina Saad May 2014
So many  words are dancing in my head
waiting to to be released
wanting me to create
just another magic
and tell the world
how words can paint the canvas of life
I am so careful of these magic words
cant even turn my head to the left or right
scared if the words would fall
and the verses turn upside down..
creatively and carefully adding the right potion
of sweet fragrance to beautify each verses
my heart is pounding
My fingers are dancing
word after word..
the diction must be perfect...
This is the time
when poets write their best verse.
a poet with a great mind for writing ..
greatness only rely on an honest pen and an open heart
To be called a poet in your own right
create more magic,  
the hungry readers are well fed
an enthusiastic poet is satisfied..
This poem is about me... who loves to write and share. Sometimes I write to appreciate people and make them feel happy. When I make someone happy by reading my writes.. I have made magic through my writes... thats me.. sharing is caring...
Sharina Saad May 2014
How many happy moments
In a life of a fisherman?
When I stood and saw
The small fishing boats
approaching the shore
The fishermen smiling
Coming toward the jetty
With fish and prawns
The catch of the day...
Enough to make ends meet
Just another day...

How many days of lonely hours at dawns,
at sunsets and sunrise
You need to endure
To make a living...
Putting bread and butter on the tables...
To feed the hungry kids at home
when i stood and saw your strength
I just knew how hard life is...
for a fisherman..
like you..

The beautiful clouds over the skyline..
oranges and purples and cobalt blues .
might fascinate a person like me
might bring no pleasures
to a fisherman's eyes...
I stood and saw the beautiful colors of the sky
spread along the wide sky above
A gift from our creator... the nature

All to soon the sunrise fades into day
bringing harsh light to a softening early
morning as the magic fades away
morning the fishing boats go off again
leaving hopeful wife and kids at the jetty

what is left is an image hidden away
to bring about dreams of a sunrise day
To come home safe with the catch of the day!!!
Sharina Saad May 2014
It wasn't just a flower you gave me
But the whole garden
flowers blooming tenderly in the heart
Colorful roses, orchids and daisies
that cheer my heart always..

It wasn't just a house you built us
But the whole life
Picture perfect family
with brilliant and healthy kids
and one smart cat...
the memories sweet and happy...

It wasn't just what we have
as a family
that makes us happy...
happiness is what we are
in the family..
that makes us complete...
Happiness is us...
Dedicated to my beloved husband...
Sharina Saad May 2014
Funny how the kids
keep singing their lungs out
to Old Mc Donald Had a Farm's song
while their eyes are fixed on the computer screen
hooked on computer games
Old McDonald versus Row Row your boat
What a fake nature scenes
The only Mc Donald's farm they've ever seen
existed.. yes only on their computer screen...
Sharina Saad May 2014
Sukarkah sekeping  hati seorang wanita itu di fahami?
Is it too difficult
To understand a woman's heart?
Just her piece of heart

Hati wanita
A woman's heart

Kadangkala keras membatu
Sometimes too hard

Bak kerikil di jalanan
Just as hard as the stones
in the streets

Sekeuat  ketulan ais di Antartika
as tough as an iceberg in Antartica..

Hati wanita
A woman's heart

Kadangkala dingin membeku
Sometimes as cold as ice

Kadangkala luka  merah berdarah
Sometimes as red as it bleeds

Kadangkala duka bungkam dan lara
Sometimes too sad, almost grieving

Kadangkala tenang putih suci bak salju
Sometimes too calm, too pure
as white as the snow

Kadangkalanya selembut bulu pelepah
Sometimes as soft the feathers

Hati wanita
A woman's heart

Damai yang dicari
Always Searching for a peaceful soul

Langit tinggi ingin di gapai
Searching in the sky so high

Terbang jauh mencecah awan..
Flying up in the blue blue sky

Bahagia yang didamba...
Every woman seeks happiness

Hanya tersemat di dalam hati
Yet locking the desires  at heart

Tersimpan seribu rahsia wanita
misteri.......
A woman's heart like an untold tales
the safest place where secrets and mysteries are sealed..

Selamanya di hati seorang bernama wanita
tightly sealed in a woman's heart forever.....
The poem A Woman's heart is written in Malay languaage by me and I translated it to English for Hello Poetry members to read and understand the meanings... Enjoy reading!!!
Sharina Saad May 2014
I can't be without my imagination...
meditation is to surf
through the flow of thoughts
to get more into a positive state of mind
Sometimes in negative tone
Sometimes a nightmare alone
Sometimes I am drowning
deep...
suffocating.. barely breathing
Sometimes I submerge
struggling to breathe on the surface...
Sometimes on romantic moods
Sunbathing at a scenic beach
or dancing , kissing romantically in the rain
My adventurous thoughts
my secret rendezvous...
are all mine and mine alone...
Then I am back
on my computer.. typing words
The beauty of a poet's mind
is beyond explanation...
The beauty of a poet's mind
is beyond explanation...
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